Moss was thrown from his sleep by a vicious roar. "What? What is it?" he said, getting to his feet. He looked around for a moment and remembered where he was.
"Sorry, sir, but it was the only affective way of waking you," said CP-30. The droid was still plugged into the ship's computer. "I wanted to tell you that we made the jump to hyperspace four days ago, and also that someone is coming." Almost immediately after the words left the droid's mouth, there was a knock at the door.
Moss rushed to get the guard robes on. There was another knock, just as Moss was fumbling with the helmet. He slammed it on and ran over to the door. He hit the switch to open the door, but the door didn't move. Moss suddenly remembered that the door was locked. He turned around and motioned for CP-30 to unlock the door. The door clicked and then opened. Moss turned around to face the visitor. It was the commander. "Good morning, commander," greeted Moss, trying to catch his breath.
"It's evening," said the commander bluntly.
"Sorry, I wasn't aware that I was asleep that long."
"You've been asleep ever since you came aboard." The commander looked past Moss and into the room. "We've received a transmission from the Emperor. He says a Jedi he ran into on Bestine IV stowed away on your craft." He stared Moss straight in the helmet's eye slot. The stare made Moss' legs feel like jelly, but he tried to stay calm. "You wouldn't know anything about this, would you?"
Moss was silent and returned the commander's stare. "No, I don't," Moss finally said.
"Very well." The commander turned as if he was about to leave, but turned around again to face Moss. "We will be arriving at Gall in a little under ten hours." The commander turned away and walked down the hall.
Moss walked to the bed and motioned for CP-30 to close and lock the door. "This isn't good," said Moss. He took his helmet off and thought for a minute. "How long have I been asleep?"
CP-30 turned his head toward Moss. "Four days," replied CP-30. That surprised Moss. The battle with the Emperor took a lot more out of him then he realized. Moss thought about what he should do. The Emperor would tell the commander more about what happened. Then they would, for sure, be caught. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed. We have only less than ten hours to stay hidden until we arrive at Gall. Then we hide some more. "Seepee, what is Gall like?"
CP-30 twisted his jack to the left and to the right. "We are arriving on Gall, the forested moon of Zhar. The Imperial Enclave rests on Smuggler's Canyon, where it is also home to a species of Wampa." CP-30 finished the description, and Moss rested his head on his fist.
"What's a Wampa?" asked Moss.
The droid took a while to answer. "The computer doesn't say." The fur on the Bothan Jedi stood up. He could sense a group of eight people coming from each side of the hall. CP-30 confirmed his sense. "Sir, it appears that a squad of stormtroopers are coming to the room."
Moss stood up. He looked around the room for an alternative way out. He wasn't going to take on a squad of stormtroopers just yet. He spotted his way out in the corner of the room, where a ventilation grate was. "Seepee, compact yourself a much as you can." The droid obeyed, although disagreeing at the same time. Moss walked over to the grate and took it off. "Good." Moss walked over to the droid, still objecting to what ever Moss was up to. Moss reached for the droid's power switch and turned him off.
There was a knock at the door as Moss picked up his droid. "Open up," demanded a voice. Moss looked up at the door and then checked if his lightsaber was attached to his belt. He, then, placed CP-30 into the duct. He went in backwards pulling the grate back on. There was another knock at the door, "Last warning, open up now." A second later, the door blasted open and stormtroopers filed in, with their blasters ready. Moss watched it all from inside the vent.
Moss, after deciding that he should move on, carefully turned around and crawled through the ducts. He came to a fork and decided to go left. He crawled for a bit, and then abruptly the duct declined and Moss slid helplessly down. It was a long drop but it finally ended. With a bang, he stopped. He could hear his droid tumbling after him. And with a louder clang it caught up.
Unfortunately, they landed right by another grate. Two people in it were talking. Their conversation suddenly stopped. "What was that?" said one of them.
"It sounded like it came from over there." The man walked over to the grate and looked in. Moss lit his lightsaber and stabbed it through the man's face. Moss pulled away and the man fell to the ground. Moss kicked the grate open and walked into the room. The fact that the grate was near the ceiling caught Moss by surprise, and he fell to the floor.
Moss looked up and saw that the other man, in a neat grey uniform, had a pistol pointed right at Moss. "Get up," demanded the man. Moss did as he was told. Through the corner of his eye, he could see his lightsaber across the room. "Hands up." Moss lifted his hands and created a bright flash by using the Force. The man dropped his pistol and covered his eyes. Moss made his lightsaber come to him with the Force and slashed the man in the chest. The man fell to the floor and Moss walked over to the vent. He turned off his lightsaber and climbed in the vent. Moss grabbed his droid and began to climb as though nothing happened. He came to a three way intersection, and decided to go right.
Eventually, he came to another grate and looked through it. It wasn't a normal but the hangar bay they landed in. He could see the Imperial Landing Craft that they arrived in. People were busily walking around. Moss decided to sit back for a while and wait until he thought was the right time to enter it and make his escape.